Book Of Imagines: Roc Royal

8th Imagine

Chres: (singing) money baby ... Money baby money baby

Yn: Shutup

Chres: it's going it's going down .... Lil bitch 😂, sorry bae

Yn: So maybe you should start hanging up the pictures from the old house into here

Chres: but I'm tired 😩

Yn: ..... So am I but I cook for you everyday, and carry your child

Chres: yeah yeah yeah bae I'm sorry I love you

Yn: whatever

Chres: wait .... Your pregnant ?!

Yn: now u catch on....

* sorry I don't write as much, school is a pain*